islay, scotland: a travelogue.

ahhhhh, islay.  if there was one very faraway place in europe i would pick up and move all my stuff to, islay would be the place.  we were there a little less than a month before the election, and i kept saying to philip [half-jokingly] that if trump wins, islay is where we should re-settle the family.  it had everything: mountains, beach, miles of green grass, the friendliest people we encountered anywhere in europe, all of the best single malt scotch you could hope for, and almost no tourists.

seriously. hardly a tourist anywhere. we saw the same dozen [or maybe less] tourists at our hotel, on the ferry, and at the various distilleries.  i'm not sure if it was the season or just that islay isn't exactly the easiest place to get to, but that was ok with us.  we were richly rewarded with scotch and an island all to ourselves when we finally got there.  

so, i should mention.  the reason we went to islay at all is because islay is home to some of the world's finest single malt scotch distilleries.  all of philip's favorite scotches come from islay.  when we decided to go to scotland, it seemed only natural that we would go to islay.  it's a little hard to get to -- it's a 21/2 hour drive from glasgow to the ferry, and then the ferry is another two hours.  islay has a population of less than 4000 on the entire island.  i'm actually pretty sure we saw more cows and sheep there than people.  the population density is something like 0.06%.  really.   but those few people there produce the world's best scotches.  on that 240 square miles, you can visit laphroaig, lagavulin, kilchoman, bruichladdich, caol ila, bowmore, bunnahabhain, and ardbeg

we flew into glasgow from london and rented a car at the airport.  you know that scene in the secret life of walter mitty where he's renting a car in iceland and the clerk asks him which one he wants, red or blue? it was kind of like that.  from glasgow, it was a 2 1/2 hour drive to kennacraig, where the ferry to islay departs from.  it was one of the most beautiful drives i've ever taken, totally on par with our drive along the amalfi coast.  we missed our original flight out of london, so unfortunately we had to drive straight through to kennacraig without stopping.  it would have been so easy to turn that 2 1/2 hour drive into 4-5 hours with stops along the way to walk, take in the scenery, and enjoy some lunch.  we took the ferry on caledonian macbrayne to port ellen, which was a little over two hours.  our hotel was in port ellen, and most of the distilleries we wished to visit were very near there.  of course this is all relative, as the island is very small and easily drivable [as long as someone in your party isn't sampling scotch!].  we stayed at the most adorable little hotel [one of my favorite places we stayed on our trip!], the islay hotel.  one of the reasons we [actually, philip] picked the hotel because of it's extensive whiskey bar.  they serve scotch from every distillery on the island, including lots of rare and exclusive bottles.  it also had a fantastic restaurant where we had an incredible seafood dinner before turning in for the evening.  we wanted to be well rested for all that whiskey drinking the next day.

the next morning, we had breakfast at the hotel before heading out to our first distillery.  two that philip was most interested in, lagavulin and laphroaig, were very near our hotel.  we opted for those first, since we also knew they would take the most time.  

first stop was lagavulin, where we timed our arrival just right to take part in a guided tasting.  this year is lagavulin's 200th anniversary year, and they had quite a few special things they were offering visitors.  the guided tasting was the best tasting we had, hands down.  we were able to sample five different whiskeys, most of which were exclusive to the distillery -- so you could only taste them if you went all the way to islay [you bet your ass we took some of that home].  our guide, sarah, encouraged us to try each dram alone and then with something to compliment the flavor profile -- vanilla sugar, peat, lapsong souchong tea, candied figs.  it made a huge difference in the flavors of each dram, as even an unexperienced whiskey taster such as myself could notice.

after we packed up our souvenir bottles, we headed down the road just a little to laphroaig.  philip [and me too, honestly] was most looking forward to laphroaig was finding his plot of land.  through the friends of laphroaig program, when you purchase a bottle of laphroaig, you can register on their website for certain perks -- including a square foot of land on their distillery property.  you're then able to go visit the plot, collect your 'rent' [a dram of laphroaig], hike to your plot and plant your flag.  it was, by far, the best experience of all of the distilleries.  they encouraged us to hike around their property, and even gave wellies to those who didn't have them [cough philip cough].  they encourage not just for you to come and visit your plot, but a sense of community; they have hosted a wedding on the plots and had ashes scattered.  we spent a good chunk of time finding the plot first, and wandering around the hills and taking in the views, before we went into the tasting room so philip could have a few samples.  


at this point it was lunch, so we opted to drive about five minutes back to our hotel and have some fish and chips.  our hotel was the only place we at on the island and i do not regret it a bit.  everything was wonderful, from softshell crab to fish and chips to desserts and soups.  it was just perfect.

after lunch, we headed towards port charlotte, where bruichladdich is.  it was about a 45 minute drive, diagonally across the island and then along the water.  the views were just breathtaking.  bruichladdich definitely had the most distinct look of all the distilleries we visited.  almost all of the buildings on islay are whitewashed, or they are made of stone.  all of the buildings at the different distilleries looked identical, which was pretty cool.  but at bruichladdich, they had the trim and windows on their buildings painted their trademark teal blue, which made everything pop vividly.  the tasting wasn't anything special, though they did have a selection of drams only available at the distillery.  and since they are located right on the water, we were able to take a nice walk along the beach after we finished our samples.  bruichladdich also sells a gin distilled on islay, which we bought for me to have when we got back home. 

from bruichladdich, we drove inland on a tiny one-lane road, over rolling hills and so many sheep i couldn't count to kilchoman, our last stop of the day.  kilchoman had a private back room for their tasting, and we were the only ones there for the daily tasting so it was a pretty small group.  philip sampled a few and then we wandered around their shop and hung around in their cafe for a while.  kilchoman is one of the few breweries that serves food and drinks [little sandwiches and teas, mostly], in case you need something in your belly besides scotch.

most distillers wrap up for the day around 5, so we called it quits after kilchoman and slowly made our way back to the inn.  we made a few stops for the views and photo ops, and about two hours later we were enjoying another fantastic meal at our hotel restaurant, sipping a few more local scotches.  the bar at the hotel has live music on saturday nights, but we decided we'd get up early the next day before the ferry.

there were a few different ferry options to get back to kennacraig.  we decided to drive across the island to take the ferry from port askaig since we had the whole day before our flight to dublin left glasgow.  we could have left from port ellen, where we were staying, but there was one last distillery we thought we might be able to stop by before we got on the ferry.  it was another 45 minute drive to port askaig, but we had breakfast delivered up to our room while we packed up.   

we headed on the winding, one-lane-both-direction roads, enjoying our last views of islay before our ferry.  we had a little less than an hour to kill when we arrived at port askaig, and thought we could walk around there for a bit.  wrong.  there was literally nothing there but a dock where the ferry would arrive, and it hadn't arrived yet.  luckily, bunnahaibhain wasn't too far behind us, so we backtracked about ten minutes and drove over the hills.  it was definitely the most difficult distillery to get to.  we drove about twenty minutes on a windy, bumpy, not-at-all paved road, convinced we'd past it somehow or taken a wrong turn [as if there was actually a turn anywhere].  but since there was nowhere safe to turn around, we just kept going.  and finally, we arrived at bunnahaibhain.  it looked totally deserted, and we wondered if it was actually closed for a minute since it was sunday.  we parked the car and wandered onto the grounds.  

of all the distilleries we visited, bunnahaibhain was the most awe-inspiring.  located on a cliff perched over the oceanside, barrels upon barrels stacked up everywhere around us, aging the barrels with the salty sea breeze.  we wandered in and out of old out buildings, grain houses, and warehouses until we found stairs leading up to a tiny door a story up, with the word office etched onto the glass.  figuring we had nothing to lose, we climbed the stairs up to the office and found a little office and shop [it was all one room] inside, with a kind man willing to talk about the distillery and pour us a few samples.  it was unbelievable.  though hard to get to, i can't recommend bunnahaibhain enough if only for the views and experience alone.  we picked up a few bottles that you can only get at the distillery [and, really, who goes there?!] and got back into our rental to head to the ferry.  

we took the caledonian macbrayne ferry back to kennacraig, and once again made the two-and-a-half hour drive back to glasgow.  this time we were able to drive a little slower and make a few stops along the way.  one memorable pitstop was in inveraray, where we saw the gorgeous inveraray lake and took lunch at brambles bistro.  if we only had more time we would have stopped at the inveraray castle -- i only saw it from the outside but it was absolutely jaw-dropping.  maybe next time?

and oh, islay, there will definitely be a next time.  definitely. 

travelogue // the amalfi coast

so it dawned on me the other day that i haven't shared my photos and recommendations from the amalfi coast.  our trip was nearly a year ago, but now that our days are once more drenched in sunshine, i was thinking back to our sunny days in italy, dreaming of our photographs.

stopping in italy was the last leg of our trip last summer.  we first flew into split, then drove down the coast to dubrovnik, and then headed over to italy.  we knew when we booked the tickets [in to split, out from rome] we were going to go to italy somewhere, but even when we flew to croatia we weren't yet sure where we wanted to go in italy.  we've both been multiple times before and knew we wanted to try and explore a new area of the country for us.  our first thought was the rent a car and drive [our original plan for a trip back in 2013 before we decided on thailand] and were going to stay on the eastern shore.  but while we were in croatia and i saw on instagram a favorite internet friend of mine was spending her spring holiday along the amalfi coast.  when i floated the idea to philp, he was totally on board.  so before long, he was looking into hotels and i was jotting down every restaurant recommendation liz had to offer.

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it was beautiful and warm when we woke up on our little prison-cell-like room on the ferry.  we took the jadrolinija ferry line from dubrovnik to bari.  it was an overnight ferry that took around 10 hours, leaving at about 10pm and arriving around 8am.  if this is something you do, prepare for the ferry.  we booked the nicest room they have, which was a room with two single beds and a private bathroom.  you still would not want to use the shower.  it was a bathroom on a ferry... it's about as nice as you'd think it would be.

we were able to rent a car from hertz at the bari airport.  this was about as organized and took as long as you would think it would to rent a car in italy [read: multiple hours].  it was a bit of a hassle to get a car that wasn't a manual, but we got it all to work out.  it also took us quite a few tries to leave the airport -- we kind of did a few laps thanks to confusing signs, no GPS, and the many, many roundabouts.  we finally stopped at the airport terminal out of frustration, hunger, and my pregnant need for a bathroom twice an hour.  while philip talked to someone about how the hell we could leave the apparent gravitational pull of the bari airport roads, i grabbed us some coffee and focaccia from a cafe.  i can still remember the taste of that focaccia and i swear it was one of the best things i've ever tasted in that moment.

finally, coffee in hand and focaccia in belly, we drove across the entire country of italy.

which took about three and a half hours.

italy is long and narrow, obviously.  so it wasn't exactly a problem to make our way from the east coast to the west.  not to mention the gorgeous scenery we encountered along the way, and the fantastic italian radio we got to jam to.  i monitored my liquid intake to ensure we didn't have to stop at all, and before we knew it we were in salerno.

we did encounter miserable traffic once we reached salerno and before we made it up the mountain to ravello.  the roads were winding, with views you can't even imagine.  in places the road was so narrow they would let cars travel in one direction only at a time.  we pulled over on the side of the road with other travelers making their way up to ravello and waited our turn.  but oh my gosh was the pain-in-the-ass drive worth it.  

on elizabeth's recommendation, we went to cumpa cosima for lunch.  we split the caprese appetizer and each got fettuccine bolognese.  it's my hands-down favorite italian dish and if it's on the menu i can very rarely skip over it for something else.  cumpa cosima was well worth the drive... even if the windy road and my pregnant hormones did finally catch up to me while we were there.  after lunch we wandered around ravello for a little bit in the drizzling rain.  i found it to be a lovely little village and was happy it was our first stop in italy.

after stretching our legs, we made our way back to the water after once again waiting for the road to open in our direction.  philip had found a hotel for us sort of last minute [since we hadn't even decided where we were going until we were already in croatia].  luckily we weren't really particular about where we stayed along the amalfi coast.  we only had to book for one night, and we knew we wanted to go to amalfi but since we had the car, it didn't matter where we stayed.  we were going to drive it all either way.  so we picked the loveliest little hotel -- the hotel belvedere in conca dei marini.  our room included breakfast [take on the terrace overlooking the water, of course], a parking.  if you are going to drive along the coast -- i can not stress this enough -- get a hotel that has parking!

conca dei marini is tiny, and there wasn't much by our hotel that was walking distance, and we were not getting back into the car.  after wandering down the road a ways, we found a little path with some stairs with signs for restaurants.  we ventured down.  

and oh my gosh were we happy we did.  not only did we see some of the most gorgeous scenery of our trip -- hidden little doorways, overgrowing flowers and the most amazing views of the tyrrhenian sea.  we ended up dining at a small, family owned restaurant called l'ippocampo.  and when i say 'family owned,' i mean literally the woman that was cooking and waiting on us was also sitting a ta large table in the back that was overflowing with laughing family and children.  our table was less than a hundred feet from the water, and a small garden with fresh basil and tomatoes was within reach.  i ordered the gnocchi alla sorrentina and watched the basil get plucked from the garden and placed atop my bowl.

with full bellies and happy to be out of the car, we fell asleep to the sound of crashing waves outside our balcony door.

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we woke up just in time to take advantage of the breakfast included with our room.  hot coffee, chocolate croissants, fruit salad, and fresh meats and cheeses were served outside on the terrace overlooking the water.  it didn't suck.

once we checked out, we loaded up our little car and drove along the coast ahead to positano.  there were lots of little towns where we could have stopped, but we chose positano for a few reasons.  it was on our way north to naples and rome, and it was where some of the dreamiest beach scenes in the talented mr. ripley were filmed.

if you're driving to positano... good luck finding parking.  it's nearly impossible.  we found a little parking lot where we felt trusting enough to toss our keys to a stranger and hand him an ungodly amount of euros to make sure our rental wasn't stolen.  it was quite a walk down to the beach but it was our only option... and the scenery wasn't all that bad.

after slowly making our way down to the water [and stopping nearly every cute little shop we passed], we checked out the beach scene.  we decided to pay €10 per person for a beach chair and umbrella.  it seemed a little annoying at first, but once i saw that it included a place to change, and that the black sand was so hot it was burning my feet, i decided it was well worth it.

the water was warm and clean and clear, picture perfect and everything i'd hoped it would be.  i am not the kind of person who can just go to the beach and get some sun.  no way.  i gotta get IN that water.  and once i got in and could see the view from the water, splashing around in the soft waves, the weight of pregnancy lifted off me, there was no way i was getting out until it was time to eat.

there was a wealth of restaurants near the water, and even more back in the main village of positano.  we saw some lovely shaded outdoor seating at la pergola ristorante, right near our beach chairs.  i had more bolognese -- which did not disappoint -- and we had the local specialty of grilled lemon leaves with caprese salad.  it was amazing, and this little beachy pasta shop ended up being one of my favorite meals of the trip.

after we ate, i dragged philp back to our beach chairs for a little while longer.  i wasn't going to leave that water one moment before i absolutely had to.  we didn't have too long of a drive ahead of us to sorrento, but we knew we didn't want to get in too late.  along with the afternoon sun, we packed up, used the changing stalls to peel off our wet and sandy suits and hiked back up to our car.

before too long we were in sorrento.  but once we got there, it took us just as long to find our hotel and park as it did to actually drive from positano to sorrento.  it was a mess.  and we got into a huge mishap with our rental car.  no bueno.  let's just say we returned it short a side mirror and with a couple love-dings in the door.  not so bad.  our hotel, the palazzo guardati, turned out to only be accessible by foot and had no parking, despite what the website we booked on said.  and it's not as if italy is ripe with parking lots and garages.  but other than that, the hotel wasn't bad.  it had a lovely bathroom and a decent enough breakfast [so philip said, my morning sickness didn't really care for any of it]. 

for dinner that night we stumbled on pizzeria aurora, mostly for their lack of a wait time and outdoor seating.  a friend of mine had recommended a restaurant next door to it [can't remember the name] but the menu didn't appeal much to us, so we stopped in aurora instead.  it was ok.  i had ravioli, which was a change of pace.  it wasn't the best meal i had in italy, but still better than nearly all the italian restaurants back home :)  afterwards we wandered to gelateria primavera for gelato.  the inside is plastered with pictures of the pope with the chef, which i kind of got a kick out of.  then it was back to our hotel for some rest before our long drive north the next morning.  i have to say, i wasn't a huge fan of sorrento.  we were there less than 24 hours, so it's not a fair judgment to make.  but it was bigger and more industrial than the small towns we'd been through before, and i missed them.  the quaintness, the water.  the crashing of the waves.  but that was the last we'd see of the water for a while before we went north to rome.

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we had over a three hour drive north to rome, a bit shorter than our drive across the width of italy just a few days prior.  we passed mount vesuvius and pompeii, which would have been awesome stops if we had more time.  i'd been to both before and didn't have a strong desire to stop again.  instead, we opted to stop off quickly in naples for some pizza [it was lunch time, after all], which was right on our way.

naples isn't too far from sorrento, so it was an easy stop to make.  except for the nightmare-ish traffic in the city itself, it was a great stop.  we stopped off at piazza dante, and walked down via port'alba for a bit.  there were lots of book shops, and i had to stop every couple feet for photo opportunities. 

 there were so many places to eat down via lombardi, including gino sorbillo -- supposedly the best pizza in italy, and where it was first created, so the story goes.  we took one look at the line and rolled our eyes as my pregnant belly did a backflip.  i mean, we were in naples.  how good could that one pizza place possibly be over anywhere else?  we stopped instead at pizzeria attanasio where i ate an entire pizze siciliana [with eggplant] and could have licked the plate clean.  it was fantastic.

then we hopped back into our little rental for the drive to rome.  though we didn't fly out until the next morning, we opted to return our rental car at the airport.  the reason for this was twofold: [1] we were staying at the airport hilton, and [2] you can't drive in the city of rome unless you are a taxi or a local as designated on your license plate.  the hilton, which we were able to walk to after ditching what was left of our rental car, also had a hotel shuttle leaves every 2 hours and goes right into the center of rome.  but being the impatient people we are, we decided to take a direct train from the airport for €11 per person.  easy and cheap.

eager to stretch our legs from the long car ride, we decided to take our time wandering from the termini to osteria romana di simmi.  this, again, was liz's recommendation and i could not agree more.  it was a phenomenal meal and the service was perfect.  i, of course, had more bolognese [i'm not sorry] and we split a few appetizers, a well as dessert.  our server was quite the charmer, and between courses gave us a tour of the private museum underground.  just ask jean pierro about it when you visit.  tell him i sent you! [kidding.]

rome is my favorite place in italy.  i don't know what it is, but it is the place i'd live if i could.  it's a big city, and what a history.  the people have a fire in them i feel like you don't find anywhere else. i've been three times now and i can't wait for my fourth visit.   i think i could just slip into a crowd there and be lost forever, in a good romantic sense, not in the weird, sad way that sounded.  
since it was after midnight when we finally were ready to head back to call it a night, we had to take a taxi.  the train to the airport stops running at midnight.  for the record, i do not recommend doing this.  it was obscenely expensive and it was sheer luck we got a cab that would take a credit card, but, what can i say?  it was our last night in europe and we weren't done with rome when the trains were.

the italy portion of our trip was my favorite.  it's one of those places we will keep returning to, again and again, no matter how many times we've been.  it holds a certain special magic for us, and i know it always will.  if you haven't been, please, make this your next trip.  

katie from the life bohemian shares her travelogue // sydney.

YOU GUYS. very exciting stuff going on over here today.  i was asked to be a guest on the brand-spanking-new the life bohemian podcast, launched by my friends katie + jeremy.  jeremy + katie did what most of us only fantasize of doing -- up and quit their jobs, sold their stuff and are now traveling the world.  katie blogs about their journeys over at the life bohemian, and jeremy just started their podcast.  jeremy invited me to come on to his podcast and talk about my decision to up and move to prague and how it shaped my life, our crazy experience finding out i was pregnant in bangkok, and some other great travel stories.  i also got to talk a bit about my book and why i don't believe blogs are dead.  it was one of the better mornings i can remember lately, skyping with a hot cup of coffee and talking about things that were non-breastmilk related.

so check out the episode however you listen to podcasts -- itunes, stitcher, or soundcloud -- and make sure you check out their blog.

and today, katie happily agreed to share some of her favorite travel tips to sydney, australia.  i've never been but based on her pictures and recommendations, it's climbing the charts for our next trip.

Full disclosure before we get started: I'm properly obsessed with Sydney. Since the minute I stepped foot in the city, I felt connected. I always judge a city by whether or not I think I'd like to live there, and the answer for Sydney is a resounding YES. 

Before my first visit I’d met a sweet new friend who'd recently moved from Brisbane down to Sydney and she drew me a hilariously not-to-scale map of her favorite spots, so I can't take complete credit for some of these gems, but I took her local recs and ran with it. So, here we go!


Mooberry Dessert & Breakfast Bar - I don't even know where to start with Mooberry. They do froyo with toppings like a champ, but they also offer warm waffles with toppings and sugary churros. And you can get it all with a side of free wifi. I like their Neutral Bay location, with a little outdoor space and 3 seating levels to choose from.  

Sel et Poivre - It might feel weird to indulge in French food in Sydney, but Sel et Poivre does excellent food by any standards. The best place to post up is outside and people watch on Darlinghurst's Victoria Street. It's also BYOB, which definitely ups the cool factor.

Gelato Messina - When you're finished at Sel et Poivre, walk down Victoria Street for dessert at Gelato Messina. My husband calls this Club Gelato, because their flavors are so popular, they need a velvet rope out front. Prepare your taste buds because there are 35 staple flavors and 5 new ones every week (which to me is a pretty good reason to have a daily visit). Follow them on Instagram for #icecreaminspo. 

Coogee Pavilion - Coffee and wifi, the two most magical words in the English language. You’ll see people working on their laptops, people grabbing a coffee with friends, or having elaborate meals from one of the three restaurants. But the smartest of us head upstairs to the most gorgeous terrace you’ve ever seen in your life, overlooking the golden sand. 

Ladurée - This may be the most personal entry on this list, as I have a habit of visiting this famous pastry shop as often as I can, but I included it because it's in the posh neighborhood of Woollahra. Stuffed with art galleries and New Orleans-esque homes, this is one of my favorite hoods to take a quiet stroll down tree lined streets (while eating my Ladurée macarons, of course).

Doyle's On The Wharf - While the fancier outpost of Doyle's sits nearby, it's more casual sister Doyle's On The Wharf serves deliciously crispy fish and chips packaged to enjoy right by the water at Watson's Bay. To work it off, walk the surrounding paths and stare over the breathtaking cliffs on one side and into a unique view of downtown from the other side.

Black Pony Cafe - Head down to this hip Coogee Beach spot for baked zucchini flowers stuffed with cream cheese. Enough said.


Beach/Cliff Walk - Walking the cliff path from the famous Bondi Beach all the way to Coogee Beach is a legendary Sydney activity. Of course, you can’t come to Sydney without enjoying a stroll on Bondi Beach, including the Pinterest darling Bondi Icebergs swim club. The walk takes you over the cliffs and around beaches, bays and scenic outlooks. You’ll pass by Tamarama Beach (my favorite!), Bronte Beach (famous for its incredible rock bath, Bogey Hole), the narrow but beautiful Clovelly Beach, and to Coogee Beach. If you’ve got time, keep going to Maroubra Beach and watch the surfers. This is hands down my favorite activity in Sydney. Without stops (but you’re gonna wanna stop), the walk from Bondi to Coogee takes about 2 hours. If you want to go all the way to Maroubra as well, add another hour and a half or so.

Royal Botanic Gardens - I love botanic gardens in general, but I really love the cactus garden nestled inside the massive Royal Botanic Gardens. Lush hills, tree lined paths, colorful flower beds, and Mrs Macquarie's Chair, the best spot in the city to watch the sunset.  

Ferries - Being a harbor city, it's only logical that Sydney would be home to dozens of ferry routes. My favorite is probably the route from Circular Quay to Manly Bay, an adorable coastal town. There's also a population of little penguins (aptly named since they're the smallest of the penguin breeds) that roam the Manly Beach area from May - February just waiting for you to squeal with delight upon spotting one of them.  

Taronga Zoo - Celebrating its 100th birthday and full of animals you just won't see anywhere else on the planet, Taronga Zoo is somewhere not to miss. Plus, who could resist koala bears and giraffes with an envy-inducing piece of real estate.

The Rocks - Location, location, location. It doesn't get much better than The Rocks, the historic heart of Sydney. Tons of restaurants (casual and upscale), shops, and markets with possibly the best backdrop - the glittering Sydney Harbor. 

Sydney Observatory - At the Observatory, you can learn about constellations like the easily identified Southern Cross, which Crosby, Stills, and Nash waxed poetic about. Plus, if you're plagued by jet lag, one of the most calming places to watch the sunrise is the Observatory grounds.

Museum of Contemporary Art - Stunning in all regards, from the art deco building to the rooftop restaurant and of course, the art. Have a drink on the rooftop and revel in the seriously fantastic views of the iconic Sydney Harbor Bridge and Opera House. 


Oxford Street - This is where the Australian designers set up shop. We started at Victoria Street and worked our way north up Oxford Street. Pop into each and every shop, make friends with the owners, and don’t pay full price (smart advice from my Aussie friends).

Westfield Bondi Beach - There are Westfields everywhere, and there’s one in Sydney CBD, but the Bondi Beach location was my favorite. It had a couple shops I recognized, but most of them were uniquely Australian (or at the very least, non-US). It also has a large David Jones, which is a Nordstrom-esque department store. Very large, very pretty, very easy to get lost in the cosmetics.

The Rocks Markets - I mentioned The Rocks area earlier, but the markets deserve a spot of their own. The open air, perfectly located markets are open Saturday and Sunday, but Friday is the Queen Bee. The Friday Foodie Market is open from 9am - 3pm and an excellent way to gain 5lbs in one day. 

“Downtown” Manly Beach - Once you've taken the scenic ferry ride over to Manly Bay, try shopping the “downtown”, a boardwalk type area with little restaurants and shops. Grab a coffee and a mince pie and boutique shop your little heart out. This is where I found my new favorite sunglass brand, Quay Australia.  

Queen Victoria Building - I included this one mainly for the window shopping. The building is gorgeous and I loved nothing more than sitting in a little cafe near the center and people watching. I also took an obnoxiously large number of “detail” photos of the building’s interior.

Paddington Markets - I loved these markets. There were so many booths, with a ton of them selling Aussie made products. My husband picked up a bracelet made of kangaroo leather, and I got several gorgeous tassel necklaces. The markets are only open on Saturday from 10am and you need to bring cash.


If you can get out of town a bit, rent a car (oh the simple thrill of driving on the "wrong" side!) or take a bus to Blue Mountains National Park and bask in the incredible scenery, like the high rising Three Sisters. The park also has an abundance of eucalyptus trees, waterfalls, and swimming holes. 

You can’t go to Australia and not try to scout some kangaroos. Per my Sydney resident friend, the best places to see the roos are places like golf courses, large stretches of open land where they can lounge in the sun. One of the best days of my life was the day I was driving down the road and out of nowhere, I spotted what had to be about 400 kangaroos lounging in a polo field off the side of the road. 

If you’re a breakfast fanatic like I am, you’ll want to follow Breakfast In Sydney on Instagram. They’ll tag their location for you and generally succeed in making your mouth water with every photo.  

And finally, I wrote this post about my experience using public transportation around Sydney and some tips on how to utilize the services.